“Olden”

Words often used, never to grow tiresome,
Pages spread in an open book,
Works yellowed with age,
Smiles that never lose that sparkle,
Longing for the refreshments of years ago,
Memories of children games, laughter abound,
Songs, tunes and melodies flutter around,
Pictures, photo’s on the wall, long ago dusty,
The soft scent of blossoms in far off corners,
Flavours of comfort food, swirl across taste buds,
Tattered teddy bears, in the corner of the room,
Moon-kissed dream-catchers, sway in the windless air,
Sunlight streaming through faded curtains,
Magnets on the purring fridge door,
Postcards of travels gone by,
Coloured pencils, sharpened to a stub,
Tears stains on a sun kissed face,
Nose prints on the cracked window,
Hearing the voice of someone gone,
These are moments never old, never gone,
Thank thee for the old and new,
For changes hurts less for some,
Olden of spirit, yet full of youth.
Olden we have become, only in body, not inside.
Olden memories to keep, till next, we meet.